Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.